Regular Show, Season 8

Rigby:
[given up] We had a good run, man.

Mordecai:
We're gonna get outta here, okay? [sits down] So just focus on thinking about good things, like hot wings... Strong Johns... Cheezers.

Rigby:
Cheezers... I wish they had a Cheezers on the Space Tree.

Mordecai:
Yeah. We got most of the stuff we had back on Earth, so it's still pretty cool.

Rigby:
Yeah, but what are we gonna do when we leave the Space Tree to go on our mission?

Mordecai:
[long beat] I don't know. What are we gonna do? Who knows what it's gonna be like out there? It might totally suck.

Rigby:
Yeah, and good luck getting Rawls to tell you anything about it.

Mordecai:
And dude, we don't even know when we're going back to Earth! Or if we're going back. [lies down with Rigby]

Rigby:
Mordecai?

Mordecai:
Y'know, even if we get out of this elevator, we're still trapped inside a big metal box floating through space. Any allusions we once had of being masters of our fate have been forfeited to a man who'd rather preoccupies with pushups than prepare us for whatever horrors await us out here in the cold infinite abyss.

Rigby:
Dude, Mordecai! It's cool, man.

Mordecai:
No, Rigby. It's not. Y'know, Fist Pump's a dumb band, but we may have just missed our last chance to see another rock concert. [beat] I miss Earth.